The Secret Island

ask him. What made Martin look so stressed was probably very p

as surprised she was able to wake up early. Perhaps it wa

pical for this small town on an island. But then she heard other noises-utensils on pots and pans and something sizzlin

on her and cooking. He wore a tight workout outfit showing his athle

and waited. Sit and listen to the sound of the sea and this tall man humming as he cooked. However, she also didn't want to act like a psychopath who kept staring at

und only hard-to-read books that she had never thought to

she remembered was adapted into a movie. At least she knows some plo

se written in pitch-black ink on the front pag

now that..."You will always be fond of me. I represent to yo

er in the book. But what sin did he mean?

come to sit here? You've made it jus

m, and salad were placed in front of her.

, you know. I also got a couple more." This mor

saw was a small matter that may reveal parts of his life. Although curious, she wou

bite, all the questions

icious. You ar

t's just omelet, if it doesn't taste good, I should reconsider my cooking skill..." He raised hi

out it. I can't even cook a

you

oo much, and I don't dare try again." He was

n teach you some simple recipes." He offered while

ime to see the cheerful smile she ha